Hello, RandyL:
Thank you for your reply. A few tears tried to get out of my eyes...
It seems clearer from feedback comments on this site, so far at least, that there is more work to be done to tell my story in an authentic, cl,ear meaningful way.
My goal is to get my head, heart, and life squared with my true community, which seems to be well represented here.
I am a romantic, in love with love. When I met my first...transperson, in mid 1970's, it was a revelation!!! Being in Fort Worth, Texas area, it was a lot like home in Montana or Alaska. While I had had some same sex experiences (1964, 1974 or so etc.) I had never been to a gay bar, let alone one the size of the one I first was taken to-to visit. I was bathing in the normality of this huge group of folks, who were all cowboy, albeit a bit urban. The Wheat Ranch near Dillon, Montana, is/was a part of my heritage. We have a registered brand in the brand book. I tend toward the cowboy way. I can ride again after the troubles of 2009-2012. I had been shot out of the saddle, so to speak, and now I need to ride in a Pride Day parade. Not this year, I suppose. I will at least ride some this summer.
So what? Are you able to remember a time when you were only vaguely aware of being different than the statistical norm for sexual orientation?
After line dancing the night away in a western saloon, there was a show...God knows what moved me to leap up on the stage (Planter's Rum Punch's?) and lip lock a person named Elizabeth. She was a profile in courage! She even came home with us, and allowed me to get to know her very personally. It was necessary to return to the TAPS (Trans Alaska Pipeline System) with my job as air track driller,rather than pursuing that path.
In 1990, in Anchorage, Alaska, I met a person who dressed like Elizabeth, was quite forward, and ended up wearing my hat at church. The Metropolitan Community Church was a second huge revelation. The Blue Moon on Friday and Saturday nights, then church on Sunday with a special friend. I needed that sense of peace with other Christians who could look at us as a couple, and not blink an eye, or if they did, it was a loving, supportive eye.
At some point I need to have a conversation about the parallel between transforming ones body to fit the inner person's sexual orientation & my work with tattoos. In my case, my reaction to being treated as a...deviant person (

), was to invest heavily in tattoo ink. Back, Belly, head, neck, arms, etc. I can never be mistaken as a normal person again. Not white, rather colored. Wearing the colors rather than just talking about being different.
As I have heard Caitlyn Jenner say, her loyalty is not to a political party, rather to her community. That is me; at age 63, there has to be a place for me. It may be that I have to sell my home and move to a more diverse, safer community. Since the election in November it has gotten ugly here.
If you have read this far, thank you. Scot.